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Chapter 42 Good at using knives

Yan Linfei's eyes roamed around the two of them, rolled his eyes, and followed closely: "Miss, are you going to your house to make dumplings?"

Seeing Duan Mo nodding, he quickly said: "Take me one, I haven't eaten dumplings in a long time."

Lu Wuchuan looked at him sideways: "After running around outside all day, it's better to go home and sleep quickly."

"How can you fall asleep when you're hungry!" Yan Linfei turned to Duan Mo and said pitifully, "Miss, I haven't eaten anything all day..."

It was just one more person, so Duan Mo didn't mind. Besides, it was better to have a third person present than to be alone with Lu Wuchuan, so he asked: "Three delicacies stuffing needs leeks. I wonder if you can get used to it."

Some people don't like strong flavors, such as onions, garlic, leeks and the like.

Yan Linfei nodded hurriedly: "You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it."

When he got home, Duanmo was in trouble again.

There is only a pair of men's slippers brought by Lu Wuchuan himself at home, and now there is nothing for Yan Linfei to wear.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any extra slippers at home. You can just come in."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what I wear." Yan Linfei waved his hand nonchalantly.

But when he saw the gray slippers that Lu Wuchuan took out from the shoe cabinet, his mouth suddenly opened wide: "No wonder the new slippers I bought disappeared before I could wear them. It turned out that you took them away, Mr. Lu, you are too much."

La!"

Lu Laomo? Laomo? Duanmo immediately thought of the face of an old policeman with a sense of joy.

I watched a movie when I was in school. The name of the movie is "Lao Mo". It tells the story of an old policeman at the police station. He has been a policeman for thirty years and is dedicated to his work. However, because he cannot pass foreign languages ​​and computers,

These assessments have made me the boss of the institute.

In the end, in order to rescue the hostages, he jumped into the sea with the criminals, almost losing his life, but he also well explained what an excellent people's policeman is.

The video is very touching, but Lao Mo's appearance and personality are very lovable, especially his little eyes that are always smiling.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wuchuan would have such a down-to-earth title.

Yan Linfei smiled when Duan Mo pursed his lips and explained, "He is the youngest in the family."

"Shut up!" Lu Wuchuan's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

Seeing Duan Mo staring at him, his face turned darker: "What are you looking at? Don't you know what to do now?"

"Come in and sit down, I'll make tea." Thinking of the blush on the tip of his ears, Duan Mo suppressed a smile that made his shoulders shake.

Is this angry? It’s so fun!

"Have you laughed enough?" Lu Wuchuan followed him into the kitchen, put away the vegetables, and took out the apples he just bought to wash.

"I didn't laugh at you, I just remembered a movie I watched before." Duan Mo briefly summarized the main plot of the movie in a few sentences, and finally asked, "Don't you think this title is cute?"

She always had a smile on her face, her eyes were crooked, and a small pear dimple appeared on the right corner of her lips, adding a bit of naughtiness to her cuteness.

Lu Wuchuan's eyes fell on the pear dimple, he was silent for a few seconds, nodded unconsciously, and said as if talking to himself: "It's quite cute."

Eh? According to past practice, shouldn't he say a few words? He just admitted it, and his tone was quite gentle.

"Brother Lu, are you okay?" Duan Mo waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Lu Wuchuan came to his senses, quickly turned his head and continued washing apples: "What can happen to me?"

"You're not feeling well, are you? Your injury hasn't healed yet, and you've been out in the cold wind for several days. Are you sick?" Duanmo bent down, trying to see his face from below.

"I don't know if I'm sick or not! Don't forget I'm a doctor!" Lu Wuchuan replied angrily. He felt that he might really be sick, otherwise why would he think Little Li Guo was so cute?

Hey, can a forensic doctor be considered a doctor? Duanmo straightened up and took a teapot to make tea.

Yan Linfei threw his shoes on the floor and placed one leg across the sofa, occupying the entire long sofa. He stared at the man coming out of the kitchen, as if trying to read something from his face.

Lu Wuchuan sat on the single sofa next to him and poured himself a cup of tea. He picked up an apple and smashed it over: "Put away your probing eyes!"

Yan Linfei caught the apple and took a bite directly, saying vaguely: "You have already entered the house, why don't you let me be curious."

"We are colleagues."

"Haha, colleagues, colleagues, eat together, live together, work together."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lu Wuchuan threw a knife in the eye, "Be careful, I will throw you out."

Yan Linfei quickly made a surrender gesture: "Okay, I didn't say anything, okay?"

"Watch your mouth, otherwise... you know."

After the warning was over, Lu Wuchuan saw Yan Linfei shut his mouth tightly and made a zipper movement. He took a sip of tea with satisfaction, put down the cup and went to the kitchen.

Making dumplings is not a difficult task for Duanmo. First, mix the noodles, set them aside and start preparing the fillings.

After washing the leeks, I used a kitchen towel to absorb the moisture on the surface. I took the knife and was about to cut it when a male voice came from behind: "I'll do it."

"Can you do it?" Duan Mo couldn't believe it. In her impression, this man was just a hands-off shopkeeper who had no fingers in the water. He had nothing to do with cutting vegetables.

Lu Wuchuan remained silent, took the kitchen knife from her hand, cut a bunch of leeks in half, turned half of it to align with the other half, pressed the slender fingers of his right hand on top, and held the knife with his left hand, not raising it too high.

The movements are fast and rhythmic.

In just ten seconds, he flipped his wrist, slid the knife blade gently across the cutting board, shook it over the vegetable basin, and chopped leeks of even size fell into the basin. The movement was smooth and flowing, not only fast, but also clean and neat.

Duan Mo opened his mouth in surprise. This swordsman was much better than her.

"You actually know how to cook?"

"Not really."

"How can you be so good at knife skills if you don't know how to cook?" Duan Mo curled his lips disdainfully, "If you can, you can, if you can't, you can't." What do you mean by not being very good at it? This is obviously to find a reason to continue to eat.

"I'm better at using a knife to cut vegetables...it's much easier than dissecting."

Hey! You are also good at using swords, do you think you are Ximen Chuixue? No, Ximen Chuixue uses a sword. Well, whether it is a sword or a sword, this person is the topic terminator, and the conversation is endless.

After Lu Wuchuan finished chopping a bunch of leeks, he looked up at the little girl who was mixing the meat filling: "Afraid?"

"Huh? What are you afraid of?" Duan Mo was confused and tilted his head to look at him.

"I mean, are you afraid again when you hear about the autopsy?"

Seeing the jest in his eyes, Duan Mo realized that he was being ridiculed again: "What do you mean you're scared again? I've never been scared at all, okay!"


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